Film poster for The Brown Bunny – Copyright 2004, Wellspring Media (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In The Brown Bunny (2005), a film he wrote, directed, edited, etc., Vincent Gallo stars as a motorcycle racer whose amatory attachment is to Chloe Sevigny‘s Daisy.  The pair being separated, the racer tracks Daisy down in Los Angeles after purposefully abandoning three female strangers with whom he might have gotten intimate.  The two lovers are messed-up people, one more messed-up than the other.  This is Daisy, a doper and possible tramp. . . The film is evocatively directed—it evokes human isolation—and there are certainly people who do not find it monotonous.  But I do.  And that’s not all.

Gallo considers himself a conservative and, for sure, no sexual liberalism exists in this movie.  And yet it was made, finally, in a pornographic spirit.  A scene of fellatio goes on forever.  It’s distasteful.  Is Gallo trying to say that love and tramp-y, non-marital sex do not go together?  I rather doubt it, but there is no way to know.

A Damsel in Distress (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Gracie Allen‘s comedy in the 1937 A Damsel in Distress is easy to take only in small doses, which is what we get (for his part, George Burns is a zero).  Allen, at any rate, is not the movie’s leading lady; Joan Fontaine is, and Fred Astaire the leading man.  Fontaine’s acting, however, is lukewarm, but she has far less to do than Astaire, who is his usual buoyant self.  With his engaging dancing.

The George Stevens-directed Damsel has its shortcomings, but it’s a splendid musical-comedy with Gershwin songs.  Its more or less fun book is mostly a P.G. Wodehouse creation, and its cast (largely American, playing Brits [with accent deficiency]) is winsome.  Stevens does well in maneuvering the dancing Astaire and Fontaine outdoors around multiple trees to the tune of the very pretty “Things Are Looking Up.”  And there is much to like in the wild, comic dance number set in a carnival.  Other Gershwin songs, such as “I Can’t Be Bothered Now” and “A Foggy Day,” are musically and lyrically good.

The best thing about Damsel is that it’s enchanting.

A Damsel in Distress (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Gracie Allen‘s comedy in the 1937 A Damsel in Distress is easy to take only in small doses, which is what we get (for his part, George Burns is a zero).  Allen, at any rate, is not the movie’s leading lady; Joan Fontaine is, and Fred Astaire the leading man.  Fontaine’s acting, however, is lukewarm, but she has far less to do than Astaire, who is his usual buoyant self.  With his engaging dancing.

The George Stevens-directed Damsel has its shortcomings, but it’s a splendid musical-comedy with Gershwin songs.  Its more or less fun book is mostly a P.G. Wodehouse creation, and its cast (largely American, playing Brits [with accent deficiency]) is winsome.  Stevens does well in maneuvering the dancing Astaire and Fontaine outdoors around multiple trees to the tune of the very pretty “Things Are Looking Up.”  And there is much to like in the wild, comic dance number set in a carnival.  Other Gershwin songs, such as “I Can’t Be Bothered Now” and “A Foggy Day,” are musically and lyrically good.

The best thing about Damsel is that it’s enchanting.

Cover of Marathon Man

John Schlesinger‘s Marathon Man (1976) is a mediocre thriller—paranoid, rambling, even silly.  Thus it is devoid of the economy and sensible content of the American crime movies of the Forties and Fifties.  Yes, those movies were usually based on novels, but so is Marathon Man.

Dustin Hoffman and Roy Scheider are wholly remarkable here.  They don’t belong in a wholly unremarkable film.

Weddings and Babies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Weddings and Babies (1958) is, like Little Fugitive, an American independent film by Morris Engle; and, again, the setting is New York City.  A Swedish-born young woman, Bea (Viveca Lindfors), desires to be married to her photographer boyfriend, Al (John Myhers); but Al lacks the confidence that marriage is for him and even that he loves Bea.  He goes through a quite miserable day on which he in fact announces upcoming nuptials with Bea and later sees her pulling away.  Plus his new camera gets broken.

Only now and then does the film limp along; the rest of the time it is pretty agreeable.  Resembling a short novel, it is properly a short movie, not lacking in interesting characters.  Except for the coda, its conclusion focuses exclusively on Al, who is asked by a priest to photograph a concurrent wedding (Al wants a future in which he does not take pictures of weddings and babies), and he agrees.  The flashbulb on the broken camera fails to work, though, and this is apparently a sign to Al that he must move on in life and both marry and love the woman who has pulled away from him.  Engle, who wrote the script originally for the screen, did not mean for the ending to be moving, but only authentic.  Which it is.  In fact it’s a more artistic ending than the one supplied for Little Fugitive.  Bravo!